Alba s touto skladbou:
You Go to My Head,
Never treat me sweet and gentle, the way he should
I've got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is oh, sentimental, not made of wood
I've got it bad and sweetheart that ain't good
But when the weekend's over
And Monday roll around
I, I end up like I start out
Cryin', cryin' my heart out, yeah
He don't love me like I love him
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody could
Said, I got it bad now
Oh Lord, said now and I, that ain't, that ain't good
Like a lonely weepin' willow
Said lost, oh yeah, I'm lost in the wood
Said, I'm, I got it bad now
Oh, yeah, that ain't good
Listen and the things I, I tell, I tell my pillow
No woman, oh, no woman should
Say, I got it bad, I got it bad, no, no
That ain't, that ain't good
Though the folks with good, good intention
They tell me, tell me to save my tears
But I'm glad, I'm mad about him, oh, yeah
And I say, I can't, I can't live without him, oh Lord
Lord above me, make him, make him love me
The way, the way he should
I got it bad now, say, now that ain't good
No, no, that ain't good
Say now, Lord above me, make him love me
The way, the way he should
I said, I got it bad, I got it bad, oh Lord
That ain't good, that ain't good
That ain't, that ain't good
I, I got it bad and that ain't good
That ain't, no, no
That ain't, that ain't, that ain't good
